Nicole sauntered across the park toward the going. It had been a wonderful day ; the sun was shining, the pushover light and refreshing, and the type of day she wished she could love more often.

It started when she woke this morning and looked at her alarm clock, it wasn't waking her, it read 08:30, much later than the usual 06:00 she'd see when it woke her up, and she smiled, the perfect way to set out her much needed vacation.

Naked, she got out of her bed and walked to the lavatory, stopping to enjoy the survey in her full-of-the-moon duration mirror. Though liking what she saw, a bit of a grimace crossed her face as she stare at her 34B chest. She wondered how she would look with a 36B or a 34C bust and had considered getting an augmentation but was worried it would look awkward in contrast to her 22"waist. She liked her coxa, a skillful 32 ”, not so vauntingly as to bulge below her waist nor so small they didn't seem to exist. Besides, from behind, they were nicely accentuated but her firm petty ass. Her legs were well toned, not hefty, but not skinny either, but never looked quite right unless, slipping on a couplet of 2"dog,"Perfect."She thought admiring the curvature of her thighs, calves and mortise joint. Satisfied she could still be found attractive, she continued on her way to the bathroom to ‘ freshen up ’.

She brought her bathrobe with her as she exit the bathroom, but after taking one more admire look into the mirror, she threw the robe on her bed and, still naked but for her shoe, went for breakfast. Over her toast and coffee, she relished in the fact that she was nude. She wished she could be this way more often, and was willing to be, but she had the mind that her spinster Bos, not to mention all the puritan in her neighborhood, would disapprove so, finishing her breakfast, she went to her closet and put on her lightest and skimpiest sundress.

Exiting the home, she bask in the heat of the sun and walked along the sidewalk toward the park.

"You really should shut away your doorway, you know,"it was Widow Smith, her neighbor,"aren't you worried about thieves ?"

"No, Mrs Smith,"Nicole answered,"the locality watch is so good here, I'm sure as shooting all I have is safe."

"Suit yourself, Mrs. Smith chided,"but don't blame me if people sneak in."

Nicole just smiled, said her auf wiedersehen and walked the four blocks to the city park.

The Mungo Park was huge, plenty of playgrounds for children, miles of walking trails, baseball and soccer and cricket W. C. Fields, and, most importantly to Nicole, benches, benches everywhere.

Nicole smiled and hummed as she traverse the park at a leisurely pace heading for her front-runner work bench. She was in no upsurge, she enjoyed the flavor of her nipples being rubbed by the attire, she felt moments of exhilaration as the breeze occasionally blew up her dress to osculate her unprotected genitals, and she enjoyed the heat of the sun slowly tanning her legs.

Reaching the bench she sought, she removed her dress. She hated tan lines and, knowing this bench was far enough away from the walking paths and play arena, here she could sunbathe undisturbed. She lay face down on the bench and started to titter thinking that the sun was shining where the old locution said it don't. She loved the touch sensation of the sun on her book binding and ass, and even loved the belief of the breeze sliding up her legs and across her slit more. Sharing these two wizard washing over her body, she reached down and started to monkey with her clit, slowly pinching at first, than scraping across it with a fingernail, and finally long hard diagonal with an index fingerbreadth until fulfillment. She slowed the rubbing down, enjoying the concluding throb between her branch as she massage them away before turning over to tan her front.

Her head teacher snapped up suddenly checking her body, she had fallen asleep and didn't know for how long. ‘ The hold out thing I need is to spend the next few sidereal day with sunburned tits, ‘ she thought, ‘ although it would be an excuse to stay put defenseless, but the mentation of my mamilla peeling, or my ... ?'Deciding not to pick out any More prospect of falling asleep, Nicole decided it was time to result. She draped her attire over one shoulder, still enjoying the sun and zephyr on her bare body, before heading back on a rarely, if ever, used by anyone but her road. She listened as she walked for any noises that would designate one of the playacting fields was being used to determine when, or if, she should put her garb on, and hearing nothing, she threw the dress over the other shoulder and continued on her way.

Nearing the end of her leisurely nude walk, Nicole could see the parking lot just ahead, abandon save for one van. She stopped just long enough to don her dress, then, after about another twenty paces she entered the parking lot.

Not seeing anyone in the van, she wondered how often retentive she could have remained nude when something caught her eye ; the slide door to the van was open. Looking around, she couldn't see anyone, raising her curiosity, so she went to the van to look inside, calling ‘ howdy"every few step. Close adequate to the van, Nicole put a mitt on the vehicle and started to lean forward to take a peek inside when some sort of material was wrapped around her face. Before she could move back, a span of hands grabbed her by the elbow pulling her blazon behind her backbone and leaning her into the fomite. Seconds after her cubitus were pinned ; a third pair of paw took her by the articulatio talocruralis and lifted her into the van, face down on the level of the payload area.

No sooner was she on the floor when the van face door slammed shut. Her kidnaper worked as a team, the first tying the textile behind her head, the second was tying her wrists together above her head and affixing them to the back of the van, a third gear tying one ankle joint to a fixture on the floor of the van while a fourth tied her other articulatio talocruralis to something high ( the ceiling ? ) and Nicole started to struggle harder as she felt a hand started playing with her exposed slit.

Once she was firmly secured, Nicole felt her dress being raised until it passed by her hands leaving her as exposed as potential. Helplessly bound and blindfolded, Nicole started to panic, trying to find a means to escape, when a set of hands turned her promontory so she faced away from the floor. As one set of hands held her head still, a second set of hands rolled up the cloth covering her facial expression to just below the nose.

thought process this might be her only chance, Nicole took a trench breathing space hoping her screams might draw somebody's care, but before she could exhale her supplication, her mouth was covered by material body and she heard the intelligence ‘ slug ’. She kept her lip closed refusing to pleasure her resister, but when the weight on her face shifted and two sets of fingernails started to pierce her tits, she concede to the command. Just as Nicole's tongue started to caress the incision over her mouth, she felt one leg slide behind her, one leg playground slide along her stomach and suddenly she was being scissored.

"I'm being raped by cleaning woman,"Nicole realized,"by four ( ? ) women, or are there more than four ? Will I have to eat out all four, be fucked by all four ?"Her thoughts were broken by the fingernails at her tits again and she realized in her panic she had stopped defeat, she began again, this meter with earnest, hoping to end this as soon as possible. She hated being forced like this, not having ascendency, at the whim of others, but this was her fate, and she had to accept it. She felt her rapists clit throb against hers and it almost caused her to orgasm as well, but she refused to give the bitch the atonement at felt vindicated knowing she denied her that satisfaction. No sooner had the legs been removed from around her consistency then tresses of hair slid along the lower of her legs and a mouth pressed against her pelvis.

The mouth was good, real good. Within seconds Nicole stopped licking, she was panting to heavy to use her lip for anything else, she started to pulsate and moan as she fought the impulse to eject until her vain effort to resist were broken by the unrelenting badgering of the invading glossa.

"Oh God yes."Nicole groan as the puss was raised from her mouth,"Yes, yes, oh piece of tail yes."She went dumb as her consistency attempted to contort within the confines of her ski binding, her heftiness clench, her genu bending together as often as potential ( which wasn't much ), her finger's breadth and toes clenched and her aspect bent toward her pectus hitting the crotch hovering above her. Endless seconds passed before the mouth released her genitals and her body fell limp, only to have her mouth kissed by a puss, and another clit rubbing hers as she heard the vehicle first. She felt the movement of being driven as she licked a pussy to orgasm, only to deliver it replaced by another, and another. She, herself, came several more metre from the various clits rubbing hers by the time the vehicle and the sexual assault stopped.

She felt her bandaging being released as a pair of hands took the masking from her eye."glad Birthday."the four women, all champion of hers, shouted.

"What the fuck ?"Nicole shouted.

"Well,"one of the women explained,"you are always telling us, especially when drinking, that you sometimes fantasise about being raped, a fantasy most women have, so, for your birthday, we let you live your fantasies."

"Oh you bitches,"Nicole warned laughing,"when I get my hands on you ..."

"need us,"one of the early added,"come get us."grabbing Nicole's frock, jumping out of the van and running, with the other three womanhood, into Nicole's house.

"Wait,"Nicole shouted after them,"give way me my ..."but the door to her home closed before she could finish."Fuck"she shouted before poking her head out of the van and, after looking around to cause indisputable no one was around, made a dash for her house, covering what she could of herself with her hands, glad she didn't take Mrs. Smith's suggestion about locking the door.

Entering the house, she quickly turned around, closed the doorway and locked it sighing with relief before an ear shocking ‘ surprise'caused her to change state around to see about eight women, her common pick-ups at the gay woman bar she frequently visited, standing in her bread and butter room, all completely naked except for the strap-ons they were wearing.

"Happy Birthday dear."said Mrs. Smith coming from behind the others.

"Mrs Smith ?"a appall Nicole asked staring at Mrs. David Smith's strap on,"You're ..."

"No, Nicole, at to the lowest degree not yet"noticing how Nicole was looking at her strap on, Mrs. smith explained,"Oh, this"she said stroking the plastic head of the phallus,"a left over from married life history, my late Jerry used to savor a short ... variety, just to go along things interesting. Never had a chance to use it with another charwoman though until now so, like all your friends here, I was hoping to spend a penny sure you had one inferno of a be intimate birthday party and put this babe to use. ”